My spirit's made up of the ocean, and the sky, and the sun, and the moon, and all my eyes can see. I cannot go back to your land of gloom, where black jagged shadows remind me of the coming of your doom. I want my own land.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1320 | 2021-06-18 23:38:07 | 94.28 | 98% |
| 460 | 2020-12-08 19:19:39 | 69.45 | 97% |